Dare I Chart My Own Decline? Comments

Appraisal David, you are a most wondrous soul, Your mind is embedded with treasure. Compelling character in the whole, Imagination illuminating the night sky. Life is such a incredible gift, of grand and masterful design, Hard to comprehend the weight of its true value, When the vessel is cracked, and losing its shine. Until time grants us wisdom of reflections held in the mirror. Growing old, though a struggle, still can be a plus. What is discarded by some is cherished by another Sometimes the wrapping is to be undone... not by us, And the special parcel is left on an unsuspecting doorstep. Perhaps age is a magnifying glass, where we do some appraising That forces us to zoom in on a hidden price tag. True cost for a unique, one of a kind life that's amazing! A vehicle well used but valued so much more over time. Each day holds many riches within it's living bouquet, As well as that arduous road with potholes of great depths... Seize whatever wealth comes of the day, Understanding life's greatest gift is of yourself. Never stop dreaming, keep tweaking your mark. There could be something magical, just around the corner, That ignites that very dream, to make a spark*, And you never know just who is needing your light. xo

The mirror can only tell the truth. Your poem leaves one feeling dismayed and yet hopeful. Thanks for sharing.

David, I feel the confusion and horror of growing old before your own eyes. Thank you for sharing your poem. Peace.